18 January 2012 @ 11:12 pm
[Filtered from Kyrie and Credo.]

Okay, so who’s gonna shed some light on the dead people thing for me? I knew this place had a pretty twisted sense of humor, but now I think that these so called “Gods” are just a bunch of sick bastards.

[Yeah no, Nero is not happy right now. The situation doesn’t call for it, even if any normal person would jump at the idea of seeing their dead relative again.

But when the last image you have is of them being impaled on a sword? When they suddenly reappear and open up old wounds? Create new ones? Then there’s only anger, in an almost irrational sense.

Especially when you’re as emotional as this guy right here.]


Are any of the rest of you dead? Now’s the time to lay it on the table if you are.
 
 
16 January 2012 @ 09:47 pm

Okay, so ol' Z has seen some pretty crazy shit in my time, but I've never seen a bitch without a face.  Now I know there's a fetish for damn near everything out there, but who wants a ho without a face?  This better not be another fucking pony barn.

[So some of you might have noticed by now this man's voice is...  interesting.  Autotuned, in fact.  What's more, every time he speaks, he places a microphone with a large gold Z against his throat.  He looks like your traditional pimp.  Purple suit with tiger stripe collar and cuffs, complete with a purple hat with a feather in it.]

What the fuck is with all this restoring life shit anyway?  I mean, this place doesn't look bad, but it needs something more.  Let's say...  More purple, more bitches, and more stripper poles.  Maybe some art for good measure.  Shit, wish I could have taken that painting with me.  Well...  If I'm stuck here, I may as well get to know who's what and what the fuck else is here.  Maybe I can get my old business running again.

 
 
16 January 2012 @ 05:34 am
[ ding! a text message goes out over this little makeshift network of asgard's, seemingly unprompted. ]

How many of you have lost something important?


[ and if that doesn't catch your fancy, axel's can be found either in the loki house or around that general district of the city. feel free to run into him or have him run into your character! he's in good spirits so his jackassery's probably at a minimum. maybe. ]
 
 
 
16 December 2011 @ 08:23 pm
[The video feed opens up to reveal the Boss in what... appears to be somewhere in house Baldr.]

Right. Listen up, just because we're in some weird-ass city doesn't mean that shit's changing.

[The Boss is looking fairly serious now as he looks into the camera.] Apparently some of you guys haven't heard of the 3rd Street Saints. Well listen up, you chucklefucks, because we got an understanding to come to.

We are a fucking enterprise and we're going to own this city. Got a problem with it, you can take your concerns to Johnny. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear that you don't like it. Really sympathetic guy. Good listener.

[He doesn't sound in the least bit sarcastic. Also the previous sentence was a lie, because yeah, he does. Based on the Boss's tone of voice, whoever Johnny is, the number of fucks he is going to give is approximately zero.]

Now, the way I see it, y'all got three options. You can be cool, like Bayonetta, you can stay the fuck out of our way, or you can find out if this is the afterlife. Your call.

[...after a moment.] And the first fucking person to tell me where we can play some skeeball gets canonized.

[It's a video post, but people are welcome to find him as well and talk to him in person!]
 
 
15 December 2011 @ 12:29 am
[The video comes on shakily and off-center to a vaguely interested, but mostly pissed Gat shaking the arrival letter expectantly]

Yo, who the fuck do I gotta kill around here to speak to the goddamn management? This is bullshit. Can't believe I'm the first to say it. Not the whole color and life hippy shit either - That's a whole other crock of shit I don't even wanna deal with right now - but this letter. Look.

It says, and I fuckin' quote - "you will be provided blah blah blah ensure your health and happiness." Now, I don't know about you kind folks but I ain't been provided with shit for my health or fuckin happiness.

I'm about sick of freezing my ass off out here, haven't seen a damn beer one, and there ain't no fuckin stripper poles neither. [He says these last two things as if they are just as vital to ones' health and happiness and protection from the cold is. Priorities, man.] How the fuck am I supposed to be happy when I ain't even got the basics?